Sylvara ran through the fields, giggling like a toddler who just played a prank on her mother. Her blonde hair glimmered under the soft sun, her lashes gracefully fanning her cheeks. She had deep blue eyes that reminded everyone of the flowing sea. Her olive skin shone under the sun.
Everyone who saw her called her a reincarnation of the light goddess. She was just too beautiful to be true.
Her floral dress touched the flowers, her steps gracefully skidding over the grass.
She was free, she was happy, she was radiant.
"Hold on Sylvara!" A raspy voice called out, "You're going too fast."
It was Thorne.
"You'll have to be faster than that if you want to catch me!" She giggled.
Throne quickened his pace, and soon caught up with Sylvara before she ran even further.
"Aren't you such a pain in the butt?" He lightly tapped her on the head.
Sylvara just grinned at him, and laid back on the grass, throne lying beside her.
